While Sophia's eyes frantically trailed him, he got up to clean up the leftover pasta and the discarded cigarette butt.
"If we're going to live together, you've got to use an ashtray." He said to her as he cleaned up like it was prearranged.
Sophia didn't reply but he wasn't expecting one. Paralytics worked far better than just tying her up, because there was no struggling, no complaining…
It would wear off eventually though, but before then, he had enough time to come up with a long-term solution, and if he didn't, he could just give her another dose.
This was what he should have done the very first time she came to him, and he wouldn't have had to wait two more decades.
They couldn't stay in Haines for very long, and he hadn't been kidding when he said that Sophia wasn't the reason he had to stop working at the mansion.
